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“I won’t lie,” I said firmly. “If I really get tired I’ll say so. If I don’t–“

“You will.” He was gleeful. “We’ll walk until you do! You see it’s like this, Miss Lizzie. Bettina was all for me, in spite of our differing on religion and politics and–“

“I know all about your differences,” I put in hastily.

“Until a new chap came to town–a fellow named Ellis. Runs a sporty car and has every girl in the town lashed to the mast. He’s a novelty and I’m not. So far I have kept him away from Bettina, but at any time they may meet, and it will be one-two-three with me.”

I am not defending my conduct; I am only explaining. Eliza Bailey herself would have done what I did under the circumstances. I went for a walk with Bettina and Jasper shortly after my talk with Jasper, leaving Tish with the evening paper and Aggie inhaling a cubeb cigarette, her hay fever having threatened a return. And what is more, I tired within three blocks of the house, where I saw a grassy bank beside the road.

Bettina wished to stay with me, but I said, in obedience to Jasper’s eyes, that I liked to sit alone and listen to the crickets, and for them to go on. The last I saw of them Jasper had drawn Bettina’s arm through his and was walking beside her with his head bent, talking. I sat for perhaps fifteen minutes and was growing uneasy about dew and my rheumatism when I heard footsteps and, looking up, I saw Aggie coming toward me. She was not surprised to see me and addressed me coldly.

“I thought as much!” she said. “I expected better of you, Lizzie. That boy asked me and I refused. I dare say he asked Tish also. For you, who pride yourself on your strength of mind–“

“I was tired,” I said. “I was to sprain my ankle,” she observed sarcastically. “I just thought as I was sitting there alone–“

“Where’s Tish?”

“A young man named Ellis came and took her out for a ride,” said Aggie. “He couldn’t take us both, as the car holds only two.”

I got up and stared at Aggie in the twilight. “You come straight home with me, Aggie Pilkington,” I said sternly.

“But what about Bettina and Jasper?”

“Let ’em alone,” I said; “they’re safe enough. What we need to keep an eye on is Letitia Carberry and her Cousin Angeline’s legacy.”

But I was too late. Tish and Mr. Ellis whirled up to the door at half-past eight and Tish did not even notice that Bettina was absent. She took off her veil and said something about Mr. Ellis’s having heard a grinding in the differential of her car that afternoon and that he suspected a chip of steel in the gears. They went out together to the garage, leaving Aggie and me staring at each other. Mr. Ellis was carrying a box of tools.

Jasper and Bettina returned shortly after, and even in the dusk I knew things had gone badly for him. He sat on the steps, looking out across the dark lawn, and spoke in monosyllables. Bettina, however, was very gay.

It was evident that Bettina had decided not to take her Presbyterianism into the Episcopal fold. And although I am a Presbyterian myself I felt sorry.

Tish and Mr. Ellis came round to the porch about ten o’clock and he was presented to Bettina. From that moment there was no question in my mind as to how affairs were going, or in Jasper’s either. He refused to move and sat doggedly on the steps, but he took little part in the conversation.

Mr. Ellis was a good talker, especially about himself.

“You’ll be glad to know,” he said to me, “that I’ve got this race matter fixed up finally. In two weeks from now we’ll have a little excitement here.”

I looked toward Tish, but she said nothing.